A/N: Here it is. The update I've been dreading. Thank you all for the reviews. There is one more chapter after this. I apologize in advance. Lol.
He opened the car door and slung the duffel bag over his shoulder. He watched as the sun started to dip below the mountain range. He preferred the nighttime. He walked toward the lake house as if he owned it. He didn't bother with sneaking around. There wasn't a damn thing she would be able to do about it anyway. He smiled and started to sing.
"Hey there little red riding hood. You sure are looking good. You're everything a big bad wolf could want."
Once he reached the door, he opened it without ant problems. He smiled yet again, and pushed it open. This is going to be way to easy he thought. He didn't bother to close the door as he stepped into the house. He walked toward the kitchen and saw Selena facing one of counters. Her back was to him. He quickly walked over to her and clamped his hand over her mouth.
"Move and I'll fucking kill you." He hissed in her ear as he pulled her up against his body. She could feel the cold steel of the gun as he pressed it into her ribcage.
"Where's the girl?" He asked. He wasn't surprised when she didn't answer.
He drug her through the house and peered into each of the rooms. "This must be the detectives room." He said to his prisoner.
He drug her into the room and threw her to the floor. He dropped the duffle bag and pulled out some duct tap.
"Camila run!" Selena screamed out.
"You little bitch!" He snarled as he backhanded the woman for warning her sister. He placed a peice of the tape across her lips and handcuffed her to the bedpost. He quickly left the room and went to find the teenager. He heard footfalls as she ran out the front door. He exited the house and saw her running toward the woods. He took off in a dead sprint after her. He was surprised at how quickly he caught her. She fought him as hard as she could, but in he end he was much stronger. He drug her back into the house and brought her into the master bedroom.
As soon as she saw them both enter the room she let out a muffled scream. Her baby sister was going to suffer the same cruel death she was. She struggled against her restraints but it was useless. They were both going to die. She watched as he wrapped tape around her wrists and ankles. The entire time Camila begged him to let them go. He ignored her pleas and covered her mouth with tape. He left her laying on the floor in front of Demi's dresser. She watched as he left the room and then returned several moments later with one of the dinning room chairs.
"This is for the detective. I'm giving her a front row seat to the agonizing final moments of both of your precious little lives." He said with a sneer.
She whimpered against the tape. She couldn't stop the tears as they cascaded down her cheeks. She watched as he pulled several nylon ropes out of the duffle bag. He tied one securely to each of the bedposts. She knew what they were for. She wasn't stupid. She could feel the panic creeping into her chest. Once he finished tying the ropes, he returned his attention to her.
"If you try to fight me." He said, his voice calm. "I will gut your little sister like a fish. Do you understand?"
She nodded. She sat there as he removed her shoes. She closed her eyes and fought back the urge to vomit when she felt him tug off her jeans. She could hear Camilas muffled screams and had to swallow a lump in her throat. She felt him loosen the handcuffs and pull her into a standing position.
"Take off the shirt." He ordered.
She did as she was told. She felt extremely exposed and violated as she stood before him in her bra and panties.
He shoved her onto the bed and began to tie her ankles and wrists to each of the posts. She cried. She wanted to fight him, but she didn't want her sister to be hurt. She was surprised when he pulled the duct tape off her mouth.
"Are you comfortable?" He asked with an evil grin.
"Fuck you!" She spat.
"Don't get ahead of yourself my dear." He responded.
"Ben. Please. Let us go. You don't want to do this." She said, her voice catching.
He laughed loudly. "Are you trying to appeal to my sense of humanity Selena?" he asked. "Let me explain something to you. I don't have one. Do you know what I do to women for fun?"
She shook her head.
"I rape and murder them." He answered. "I take my time too." He added. "You and your little sister will be my greatest accomplishment. I am going to destroy Detective Torres."
"She's going to kill you." Selena whispered.
"Perhaps. But not before she watches me kill you."
"Let my sister go." She begged.
"You know I can't do that."
"Please?" She asked.
"Selena, no." He answered. "There's nothing you can do to change what's going to happen. Accept it and shut up." He said.
He walked over to Camila and kneeled down in front of her. "You're so beautiful he said running his hands through her hair. It's such a shame you have to die. He stood up and walked through the house, turning on lights and making it seem welcoming. He turned on some music and went into the kitchen and pulled out a beer. He opened it, letting the top clank not the counter and took a long drink of the cold alcohol. He smiled as he saw the headlights coming up the driveway.
As she pulled up to the house, she was exhausted. She wanted to have a beer and cuddle with Selena. The meetings had taken all day. She hated meetings. Her body was still stiff and sore from her confrontation with Anderson. She hated that guy. She smiled when she noticed the lights on. She still wasn't used to coming home to having another person in her house. As soon as she stepped into the house, something didn't feel right.
"Demi!" She heard Selena scream.
Immediately she drew her gun and ran down the hall. She felt a large body slam into her and tackle her to the ground. She kicked her attacker off her and lunged at him. He grabbed her by her shirt collar and slammed her into the wall. Demi hit him with an elbow to his face.
"I'm gonna fucking kill you!" She growled.
He let go of her and she hit him several times in the face. He pushed her away and landed a punch to her face. She grimaced and slammed her weight into him. She tried to put him in an arm bar but he was able to break free from her grasp. He kneed her in the stomach and pushed her onto the ground. Before she could get back up, he jumped onto her back and put her in a choke hold. She frantically punched his arms in an effort to break his grasp. Before panic set it, she reached her hands up and felt for Anderson's face. She shoved her thumbs into his eyes and he let go immediately. She fell to the floor onto her hands and knees and took a moment to catch her breath. Before she could react, she felt the blow from a heavy object as her threw it on top of her. She collapsed onto the ground and couldn't move.
She was vaguely aware of the fact that she was being drug. She felt her body slamming into the wall and various corners. She felt her weight lifted off the ground and dropped into a chair. She could hear the sound of tape as it was being pulled off the roll. She could also something else, it sounded like Selena screaming her name. She realized he was taping her to a chair. She waited for him to get closer. Once he was within her reach, she grabbed him with her free arm and slammed his face against the arm of the chair. He crumpled to floor. She could hear Selena crying and selling her name.
"Hold on...I'm coming." She panted as she pulled the tape off her arm. She stood an stumbled over to Selena. She pulled out a knife and cut the first set of restraints. She watched as the look on Selena's face changed from one of relief, to one of horror. She turned around and saw Anderson pointing the gun at her. There was nothing she could do. She heard the sound of the gunshot and felt the bullet as it ripped through her neck. She fell against the nightstand and sucked in a deep breath. Instinctively, her hand clamped over the wound. She pushed herself to her feet and went after Anderson. She followed him into the hallway and picked her gun up off the floor. She raised the weapon and shot Anderson three times in the back as he tried to flee. She stumbled down the hallway, trying to get back to Selena. Her legs gave out and she was having trouble breathing. She collapse against the wall and slid down to the floor. She could feel the hot sticky blood as it seeped through her fingers.
As soon as Demi had took off down the hallway, Selena quickly untied the rest of the retraints. She jumped when she heard the gunfire. She ran to the closet and pulled one of Demi's t-shirts over her head. She cut the tape off of Camilas limbs and hugged her quickly.
"Call 911!" She instructed the teenager. Camila nodded her understanding.
Selena ran toward the hallway and saw Demi slumped against the wall. She ran over to the injured detective and slipped in the blood. She landed hard on her thigh and let out a groan. She pulled the detective into her arms and her heart dropped when she realized that Demi was bleeding from her neck. She watched as Demi removed her hand from the bullet wound on her neck and touched her face. She watched as Demi started to cough, blood spilling out of her mouth. Instinctively she clamped her own hand over the wound.
"Shhhh. It's ok." She soothed. She watched as Demi struggled to breath. She was trying to talk. "Don't." Selena choked. "It's ok. We're safe baby. Shhhh. You did good." The doctor sobbed. She could tell Demi was starting to slip away. "Please don't." Her voice cracked. "Stay." She pulled the bleeding detective closer and held her tightly. "I need you here." She cried. "Please." She whispered. She cradled Demi in her arms so that she could see her face. She knew there was nothing she could do. She could tell that she was going die soon. "I love you." She whispered as her tears fell onto the detectives face. The entire time Demi struggled for air, she held Selena's gaze. Selena saw the exact moment Demi slipped away. "Demi? Dem? Please...no." She choked. As she held the detectives lifeless body, she let out a strangled sob. She buried her face into Demi's chest and cried. She was inconsolable. Camila stood there in shock. When the police and paramedics arrived, it was too late.